space  
moving
        towers
mountains in distance
           gray sky
tiny children in circles before
leaving
        the ground behind in flight
chestnuts scattered among benches
where late workers rest
in virtual forgetting of seasons
traces
following outward
                   machinations
science through hands
transgresses
             cultivation
the difference between one
and one fades with no notice
patterns in parks
geese at rest under statues of mercury
a skyline disappears with fog
  
 
 
 
a mexico  
 
a sunflower turns to light
in mid-afternoon when
swallows swing over olive fields
and cars flash by on the way
to a city covered with grime
thrown by automobiles shipped
from a steel city across the ocean
where traffickers hesitate before
heading further south into
a land of flags and guns
that leads if followed to
a lake-bound city of myth
through which preachers
search for flocks and salvation
among rocks left by angry
gods who play circle games
barely covered with leaves
   
 
 
  
post-totem
 
together to for then i could not remember if you
had told me or if i had released the single lie
since adam ran among palm leaves wondering
whether or not to name life with a word or with
a jumble of words that would gather all the
leaves in a pile so that they could be used to
render color when nothing else could
revive traces of happenstance laughter
  
 
 
  
after h.l.  
in water lightness
visions come through
maple leaves scatter among concrete rims
his lasting forgiveness is of himself
how does one forget
traces of feet in snow
sails through sun against wind
a conception is not available
he fades into water graves
songs change
traces of ships lead other coasts to abandon
borders
owning nothing
lost among sidewalks and sap
  
 
 
  
forse gli automi hanno ragione  
 
take one end and wrap it around
a disk of qualities only known
through manuals left on secure  
tables
and take the other end and let it
fold out over the edge so as
to leave traces in either
direction